Life After the Magic

Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K. Rowling.

Author's Note: This story doesn't follow any of the major events that happened in any of the books. None of the characters died.

Chapter 1

Where to Now?

"Let's go, we'll miss the train!" Hermione yelled as she waved her arm to get Harry and Ron's attention.

They have now completed their seventh year at Hogwarts and with Voldermort gone and banished from existence they are now ready to lead normal lives in the muggle world. Although they enjoyed Hogwarts and all of the adventures and mishaps they have gotten into, they decided to live in a normal world where there was no magic, of course, they would still use it if they needed to.

Harry and Ron ran into the train and quickly took their seats as the train started to move.

"A-Are you guys ready for the rest of your lives?" Ron stuttered while the look of horror was engraved on his face.

"Ron, are you okay?" Harry said looking at Ron, who looked like he was in a petrified state.

Ron slowly looked up at Harry, "I'm not ready to be out on my own Harry. I can't do anything! I can't do laundry. I can't do taxes. I don't like to clean. I like to sit on my bed and read magazines all day. I want to sleep in until 2 o'clock in the afternoon. I don't know how to get a job, much less even prepare for one. I can't cook...I can't even make a bowl of CEREAL, Harry! Harry...I WANT MY MUM!" Ron started bawling into his jacket and sniffling every two seconds. He didn't want to grow up just yet.

Hermione, sitting right beside Ron, grabbed him by his shirt collar and slapped him several times to get him to stop bawling.

"Get a hold of yourself, you big baby! We also took normal courses like accounting and cooking. What the hell were you doing in those classes?" Hermione said, looking extremely aggravated.

"He slept in accounting and I was his partner in cooking. He would always end up burning everything, including the Italian chef Bellici's hair. Who knew toupees could catch fire so quickly. He was so upset that he took his hair off of his head and started chasing Ron around with his soggy toupee, and when he finally caught up with him, it was a smack down!" Harry said, laughing uncontrollably at the memory.

"Thanks a lot for telling Hermione, Harry," Ron said with obvious sarcasm.

"Sorry mate, it was just too good to forget."

The next couple of hours they spent talking about their most exciting and their most terrifying experiences at Hogwarts and shared all of the stuff that went on when they weren't all together. The rest of the time they spent napping.

The time came when they had to get off of the train. They all awoke and all of the students that have graduated and the ones home for the summer piled out of the train. Hermione got out fairly quickly, even though it was extremely crowded. Harry and Ron were still in line with the backpacks they had carried on with them. They got pushed and shoved along the length of the train until they were only a few feet away from the exit. They were almost out until they felt a huge blow to their backs.

"Ahhhhh!"

Both of them landed on their faces just outside of the exit. They quickly got to their feet before they got trampled by the hundreds of students coming out of the train. They stood up and dusted themselves off as Hermione came running up to them.

"Are you guys okay? What happened?"

Ron fixed his messed-up hair and coughed several times, "I don't know, it felt like somebody just decided to push us out."

"More like some people," Harry interrupted.

"Awww, Potter can't take a little nudge in the back?"

Draco Malfoy stepped off of the train with his usual evil smirk on his face.

"Crabbe and Goyle just wanted to have a little fun with you, that's all. I mean, it is one of the last times we'll get to spend with you. Or can't you take a joke, Potter?" Crabbe and Goyle both stood on each side of him, cracking their knuckles and snickering as Draco taunted Harry and Ron.

"I'm so glad I don't have to see your ugly little face anymore, Malfoy!" Ron said, his eyebrow furrowing more and more.

"Ugly? Moi? Have you looked in the mirror lately, Weasley? I am the definition of perfection. As for you, you'd be placed under the word: pathetic."

"You're an egotistical little baggot aren't you?" Harry said, stepping in front of Ron.

"Baggot? What the hell is a baggot?" Draco questioned.

"I think he meant baguette." Hermione interjected.

"He's calling me some type of french bread? You two really are pathetic, you can't even come up with a proper come back! I don't even know why I'm wasting time with a mudblood...and two who might as well be mudbloods."

Draco sneered and walked off to meet some of his Slytherin friends.

Hermione's face turned red. Her breathing became heavier and it was like that for a few moments. She calmed down a bit and turned to Harry.

"Baggot? Couldn't you think of something better? Especially for a git like him.."

"Sorry Hermione. Are you okay, by the way? I mean...him calling you a mudbl—"

"It's okay. I've learned to retain my anger. It's not like it's the first time he called me that," Hermione said with a blank look on her face, "well let's get going then, you both look quite grotty."

They got their luggage and headed towards the brick wall labeled 9 ¾ . One by one they ran into it, going back into the muggle world.

Author's Note: This is my first story so try to be nice with reviews and I can take constructive criticism. If something doesn't make sense or something needs to be explained, please tell me so I can try and fix it. It's late and I'm really tired and have their British accents stuck in my head. I'll try making the chapters longer if you want me to update. Thanks for reading!